Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord

He waved his hand at the escort team and left in a hurry.

Mrs. Leia took a look and took her son into the cabin without saying a word.

By chance, the sky was getting darker.

Eamonn was full of expectations, thinking that his mother had something special to say.

He didn't think anything of it, but just told him to have a good rest and not to meet the king's family with dark circles under his eyes.

"oh!"

Eamonn was stunned for a while, then returned to his room unable to hide his disappointment.

Before leaving, he lay by the door frame and glanced around the room.

Are you sure it's okay?

Mrs. Leia pretended not to see it and made the bed to go to bed.

"Bye-Bye."

Aemon waved his little hand and closed the door tightly.

Turning around, he was extremely speechless.

He knew that his mother was a bit unreliable.

Not much maternal love either.

"Forget it, children don't remember adults' faults."

Putting his hands behind his back, Aemon quickly calmed himself down.

Isn't it just that he loves to have nightmares when he sleeps alone? Now he has the blessing of a panel.

…

Later, Eamonn returned to his room.

"Come and take a look, I'll fill a pillow with the extra blades of grass for you."

Old Martha breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and slapped her waist.

"Okay." Aemon said happily.

I ran to the bed and saw that the urala grass in the basket disappeared and was replaced by a straw mat and a small pillow.

The straw mat is one meter wide and one meter long, and the pillow is round and stuffed with grass leaves.

Eamonn kicked off his boots, rolled on the blue straw mat, held the pillow in his arms and sniffed it.

There is a fresh grassy scent and a sweet smell similar to mint.

"Martha, I love it so much."

Aemon smiled brightly and rolled back and forth like a mouse that had stolen lamp oil, extremely satisfied.

Old Martha was tired and dazzled. When she saw this, she got up and left: "As long as you are satisfied, you can go to sleep first."

"Bye~~"

Eamonn did not hold back, and said goodbye with a childlike sweet voice.

Bang!

The hatch closed and the light suddenly dimmed.

"Hey, try to have a good dream tonight."

Aemon lay down contentedly, with an urala pillow under his head, and waved his hands and feet across the straw mat.

Gradually, sleepiness came over me.

Unknowingly, he closed his eyes, breathing steadily and snoring softly.

…

Time flies, two days later.

The Prince Eamonn rode the wind and waves, bypassed the strait and advanced into the throat of Blackwater Bay.

Wow!

The sea water surges and beats, and the salty sea breeze blows.

Eamonn was wrapped tightly, lying on the deck railing and looking at the sea.

Compared with two days ago, the little guy is more energetic and his fair and tender face is rosy.

From time to time, shout at the sea and enjoy yourself.

"I heard from Martha that you didn't wake up from sleep these two nights?"

There were footsteps behind him, and Mrs. Leia, who was wearing leather armor, came over, rarely caring about her son.

Aemon turned around and said obediently: "Yes, I slept very soundly."

He reached out and patted the backpack on his back.

When Leya saw this, she was surprised and didn't ask any questions.

This kid has developed a quirk and carries a backpack with him wherever he goes.

She asked the old nun to check it, and found that it only contained rolled up straw mats and pillows, and they were neither light nor heavy.

Noticing his mother's gaze, Aemon looked towards the sky and whistled, silently turning his back.

It's a matter of whether he can sleep well. The basket on his back contains all his belongings.

The dark circles under my eyes have been cured. Use it now and cherish it.

Lady Leia put her hands on the railing, looking at Blackwater Bay, and asked: "We are almost here in King's Landing, are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous." Aemon answered simply.

King's Landing was his first home, where he was born and grew up safely for three years.

What are you nervous about going home?

Lady Leia lowered her head, stared at her son, and said seriously: "In your heart, you should be a Targaryen."

Eamonn was asked.

I looked at the attire, black clothes and boots, and the three red dragon emblems of the Targaryen family on the collar.

Coupled with silver-gold shawl short hair and purple pupils.

A glimpse of a Targaryen!

Mrs. Leia looked incomprehensible, as if she had something stuck in her throat.

Aemon lowered his head, realizing what the problem was.

When great-grandmother Queen Alysanne made a marriage contract between her grandson Daemon and Lady Rhea, there was a hidden danger of inheritance disputes between the two parties.

Damon is marrying a wife, not a wife, so of course the child born will be named Targaryen.

But Mrs. Leia is a woman, and her children will bear her husband's surname. It is inevitable that Rune Stone City will change its banner in the future.

How will the Royce family deal with it then?

Aemon racked his brains and was unable to solve the problem for the time being, so he asked in a low voice: "Then you arranged for me to be escorted because you want me to stay in King's Landing, right?"

As long as he stays away from Runestone City, he can select a suitable cousin from the Royce family as his heir.

The sudden guard is a parting talisman.

Lady Leia almost laughed angrily, and said without hiding her disdain: "Don't think that I am as shameless as Targaryen. Although I don't want to admit it, you are my son."

"Really!"

Eamonn's eyes lit up, and he threw himself on his mother's straight thighs, confirming again: "You won't coax me to leave?"

"I never said that." Mrs. Leia shook her head.

Who spread the rumors to scare the child into this?

Regardless of what the dragon mother thought, the little dragon cub was delighted: "Then how are you going to deal with the inheritance rights? Why don't you accompany me?"

Mom has no intention of revoking her inheritance qualification, so that she can still stay in Rune Stone City in the future.

King's Landing is great, but it belongs to someone else after all.

The Runestone City with my mother is the root of my life.

"No plan!"

Lady Rhea crossed her arms and said bluntly: "You were very fragile when you were born. I thought you would die. It would be a waste of emotion to accompany you."

"Ah?" Aemon was stunned and almost couldn't hold it.

Is my mother not close to me because she came to the conclusion too early?

"It's irrelevant, so let's not talk about it."

Lady Rhea coughed twice and changed the subject: "What I want to say is that the king will definitely persuade you to stay in King's Landing this time. The choice is yours."

Aemon blinked and had some ideas in his mind.

For now, the royal family is small, with only two adult male heirs.

Uncle Viserys and father Daemon.

He is eight years old, and there is basically no possibility of death.

It is reasonable for the royal family to recall him.

With a thought, combined with the above conversation, Aemon pretended to be embarrassed: "Should I stay or not?"

"It's up to you." Lady Rhea remained calm, but her eyes were fixed on someone's white and tender fat.

Imon was so smart that he immediately smiled and said, "No! I won't stay even if you kill me."

It is said that a man with a golden horn and a silver rim has a grass belly. To do big things, you must develop quietly and don't shoot.

King's Landing is a big hole, and his two taels of fat can't fill it.

"Humph!"

Lady Rhea frowned and frowned: "There is no place for you if you stay, just like the bastard who was driven away."

Although she said so, the corners of her mouth betrayed her.

"We are only hunting this time, and we will visit relatives and friends by the way."

Aemon hugged his thigh and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

No need to guess, the bastard in my mother's mouth is Daemon.

As the king's younger brother, he was driven away when competing for the right of succession. There are too many twists and turns in this.

Now, he is still catching crabs in the Stepstones.

Lady Rhea glanced at her son, surprised by his cleverness and a little proud.

The one in her belly is smarter than that bastard.

It's okay for her son to go back to King's Landing, but he will be an eyesore if he stays.

If we rank them by seniority, Aemon, as the eldest grandson of "Brave Baelon" and the great-grandson of the centenarian King Jaehaerys I, has a higher qualification to inherit than the female Princess Rhaenyra.

After Queen Emma's death, Daemon was expelled because of the "One-Day Crown Prince" incident, but King Viserys directly appointed his daughter as the heir to the Iron Throne.

Even the royal family did not notify the mother and son in Runestone City of Queen Emma's funeral.

Now that the king's daughter has secured the position of heir, and Queen Alisson has given birth to Prince Aegon and Princess Helena, they are thinking of recalling their forgotten nephew.

It's not fair enough.